ONLY NEED THE LIGHT WHEN IT'S BURNING LOW // OPEN

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Dusk. The fading light of the sun overhead cast long tendrils of color across the once blue sky, reflecting and shimmering off the lake's surface like thousands of glowing fireflies. Two-toned hues beheld this sight, ears pointed skyward as she watched hundreds of tiny ripples stretch across the surface of the water. As usual, the evening's gnats were out in full force, skimming and hovering about the water, occasionally lingering too close, only to be ensnared by the cool water below. And from there, it was straight into the belly of some hungry trout. It was an endless cycle, the same helpless routine that came and went with the rise and fall of the sun in it's chase to catch the moon.

The owner of those same hues blinked once, and then twice, raising very slowly to her full height. Her frame was still; muscles taught and eyes focused. Her tail leveled out with her spine, and one paw slowly lifted and fell with the rise of another, sinking slowly into the surface of the lake until it touched down on the gravelly surface below. It would have been an agonizingly slow process, had Corelis not taken her hunting painfully serious. The silence that woven and tucked around her was tense; the slightest of wrong moves would shatter that quiet and her prey would scatter like hundreds of shapeless figures dancing beneath the surface of the hardly disturbed lake. 

With the water high enough the kiss the fur of her belly, the female stilled, eyes bright and alive as they chased the poor, unsuspecting fish beneath the surface. She was still, even as the scaled creatures wove and shot between her legs, blissfully unaware to the predator that lurked overhead. Remaining still for all too long, Corelis' movement would come sharp and sudden, thrusting her head into the water with such a force that water splayed up around her head, powerful jaws ripping wide as ivory tore into the scaled form of a fat trout beneath the surface. Locking down and lifting her head suddenly, the wolf tightened her hold briefly, triumph blossoming in her chest as the victim floundered helplessly in her hold. Turning with intentional slowness, the female moved to return to shore, to enjoy her spoils. Granted, she might not be alone any more, with how focused she'd been prior.

NOTES;; Will add table later, don't have Photoshop on this lappy.

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With a lazy stride, the white she-wolf approached the lake's shore. She had been watching quietly from the thick brush that lined the body of water, curious as to why the stranger was walking so painstakingly slow into its depths. Then they had abruptly ducked their head below the water's surface, swinging back up with a fish caught firmly in their jaws. It peaked her attention, made her mind start to hum quietly with questions. It was that, and coupled with the fact she was bored with nothing else to do, that made her fearlessly pick her way towards the foreign wolf.

As she got closer towards them, she idly looked them over, looking but not quite seeing. Her mind was mostly focused on the fish they were currently feeding on, curious as to why a wolf would want to each such a thing. She had never heard of a wolf that willingly caught and ate fish. She had grew up high in the snowy mountains and later, mostly in the desert, so the notion of it never occurred to her. That was why she was so willingly making her way towards them, she wanted to ask them a question or two about it, her mind already lost in a sea of thoughts.

Stopping a comfortable distance of several feet away, she actually took them in this time. Their fur was a myriad of greys, whites and possibly even some creams. Beneath their thick pelt, there were obvious signs that they weren't mostly fluff and actually had some meat and muscle definition on their bones, the opposite of her own scrawny build. They were strong and healthy, that was as much as she really cared to acknowledge about physical appearances.

“Hullo” Too much time had passed since she had last spoken, and her voice blatantly revealed it. It crackled, breaking off in sporadic parts, occasionally becoming deeper or higher with no set pattern, sometimes even fading off completely. But it was a simple greeting, and it would be enough, hopefully. Her posture was relaxed yet attentive, she held herself loosely, but her ears were pricked forward and her amber gaze alert. She held no fear in her posture, as the emotion was foreign to her. She was naturally overly bold and daring, that much was already evident, besides, what did she have to fear in the stranger before her? Nothing, they may be stronger then her, but she did nothing to invoke their wraith, or at least that's what she believed.

Words: 421 Addressed: Corelis
Notes: Been changing Marlene's personality back to what I originally planned, so sorry for any weirdness in my next few posts

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Corelis' ear swiveled sharply as one paw pressed the tail of the trout, jaws pinching and pulling at the swollen belly of the fish. She was very much aware of the approaching presence, only having caught the faint scent of another female over the strong scent of the fish. She'd assumed the other wolf would move on their way, as they often did in these parts, but when she instead called out to Corelis, the female paused, swallowing what scraps of fish were between her teeth and lazily running a pink tongue across pearl whites as she raised her head, ears forward toward the second wolf. Two-toned hues blinked once, and then twice, before she dipped her head in response.


"'Allo." She responded, shortly, after a stretch of a moment. She surveyed the other female briefly; as the other had observed, their builds were quite different, and Corelis was quite comfortable in herself to know there was no violence to be exchanged here, unless it was over her catch, and even then, it wasn't like the trout were by any means scarce. And the other didn't seem to hold any tension or aggression, so Corelis too seemed relaxed, sitting back on her haunches almost lazily, cocking her head to the side out of curiosity. There was another long silence, as Corelis' gaze shifted from the other down to the half eaten trout at her feet, one paw still pressed to the tail to keep it still as she'd torn into it. Now Corelis, whom often had a larger mouth than the train of thought to think before she said, wasn't entirely sure to make of this situation, particularly what the other female wanted. Ear flicking, she shifted her gaze back to the white wolf across from her. "There's plenty of fish, if you're hungry." She stated, bluntly, though oblivious to if it seemed rude or not.